Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Niagra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
PIL,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.